domingo, 21 de março de 2010

Come with me*




Come let us be truthful, surrender our pride
Admit the stains on our, our chest, our hands
We seek, we find, we take, we kill
Our love is hate, our smiles are fake
Take my body, take my hands,
Take everything you have created
Take your riches, take your money, take everything
But not my experience
No, no


No you cannot take my experience away,
No you can’t take my soul away,
No you can’t make me go astray
Because I know where I stand
No you cannot take my experience away,
No you can’t take my soul away,
No you can’t make me go astray
Because I know where my father is

Come let us be truthful, surrender our pride
Admit the things we have been doing
Oh it seems as if we deal with others
To gain self profit
Oh why, why, why
Oh no


Come let us admit that we are living a lie
Come let us speak out that we have been sinning,
We have been sinning
Oh no come let us take a look at the mirror,
See how sad it looks
Come let us take a break, go into ourselves and
Find the peace and silence saying


I know, you know, I know where my father is
Don’t you know? Yes I do


*Estou apaixonada pela Nneka e por esta música fantástica

1 comentário:

R disse...

Olá Cláudia,
Passei por aqui e desejo-te uma óptima semana

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